You can't calm me in my sleep
You can't hear me weeping
You take some polaroids to keep
For your memorandum
You clap, clap those pretty hands
I'm in a circus
You take another with you home
I'm in your notebook
You bring mandarins and oil
Talk of the revolution
You leave thoughts for me to keep
It's all hand written
Once I was a man who drank himself
To the grave
I'm the apprentice of his substance
I get why you're confused
You won't ever be my child
Take care of yourself
I wait, wizard will you come
Make me the woman
These hands touched a woman’s heart
But now they’re mine
I bare, bare his tragic mind
I will do better
This old kingdom, it is lingering
It is epicene
Am I wasting, all my light on you?
There's no reflection
Will they tell me, I am epicene?
They've forgotten my name
All the kisses, how they fleet and die
Wake the truth to live
Ready for the road
Woman on the road
Flourishing my soul
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Lyrics submitted by Griet Loui.